*These are the actual adventures of me and my beautiful mistress. Enjoy please or I will be punished.*
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I walked into the bar that cold October night. It was raining hard and it was a Friday, the 13th, ironically. I took off my coat and shook it before hanging it on the rack by the door, removing my cellphone and wallet from its pockets.
I walked over to the far table that sat in the corner and took the seat that I always took. I could easily scout the dance floor for beautiful women that I could get no matter what, but was also able to see every person that came through the big, black oak door.
After a few minutes of searching, a waitress came up to me and asked me my order. I looked up at her hypnotized by the outfit that all the waitresses wore, a pair black Daisy Dukes, a black sleeveless shirt with a red and blue star on it, and a pair of knee-high black lace up boots. Her hair was dark, and framed her beautiful tan face along with her dark blue eyes. All the exposed parts of her anatomy was a light tan color. Her breasts, and ass pushed on the clothing covering them trying to break free. Her legs were long and completely beautiful, not to mention looked taut and very shaped.
I then shook my head as she asked me again, except this time with a devilish smile on her face. I then said, "Ummm I will have a beer. Any brand is good."
She smiled and said, "O.K. be right back with our drinks, sir."
Before I could say anything she was gone and already at the bar. I thought to myself confused, 'Did she say "our drinks"? Or was it my imagination?' I then wiped it from my mind as she started heading back with about 9 or 10 beers.
I sat there and gazed as she walked over and sat across from me, and started splitting the beers. 7 came in front of me while the other 3 sat in front of her.
I shrugged and popped the first beer cap and started chugging. Suddenly, I felt something rubbing my leg under the table. I stopped drinking and swallowed hard, as I looked at her with a demonic smile on her face.
I moaned lightly, as both her foot and my cock rose until they were both in the same spot. Her foot was bare and I could feel it rubbing and pushing on my cock. I was so close to cumming right there in my jeans and then she stopped.
She then uncapped all her beers and swigged them all easily. 'Finally,' I thought, 'A girl with some taste to her mouth.' I started drinking again and soon all but one beer was gone.
Something was wrong here. I am used to being able to drink at least 12 or 13 beers before I even get a buzz, and right then I was drunk.
